Time is infinite but there is never enough of it.
Time is measured by clocks. Inside old clocks there are wheels and gears than turn to measure time.
Time travels at diverse paces with diverse persons.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Time is our master. We are its subjects.
Time goes, you say? Ah! no, time stays, we go.
We always wish for the Golden Hour where happiness will be, or the miracle will happen.